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THE BANK. 

^BY REV. WH.LIAM COOK. A. B. 

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AUTHOR OP 

THE FRAGMENTS, 

THE NERIAH, 

AND THE EUCLEIA. 

SALEM, NOVEMBER, 1S62. 



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PREFACE. 

This Bank would be made effective, 
If individuals with heart and f;iith 
Would now organize in numbers 
Suitable for richest blessings 
Of Union, of experience, 
Of human work with Di^ina aid- 
North, south, east and west aid would go 
As every circumstanoe needs- 
One Dollar for depositor, 
Freedom's race recorded may be 
To franchise in iier beneficence. 
Four millions freed from the:r bondage 
In Freedom's Bank oladly will make 
Four millions DoUar-nepnsits 
With thirty million — *- Loyal Stock 
Increased as Godble&sed Trade- waves rol?| 
And generations are recorded — 
Twenty four years quadruple the Dollar. 
Who is so traitorous as be 
Opposer to this Union-Life? 
1 have read my poem to j^lad friends, 
Reques-ted. I now by my press 
Publish it for consideration. 
Nobis feliciter sors foenus vera bonum dat. 

Translation, 
Stock easily gives truly jrood infeiest to vf« 
William Cook. Salem, November, 18 6^, 



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THE BANK. 3 

Ia aapport of this blood-tried Union 
My verse brings vigorous life, 
Working as enterprise requires—- , _ 
Simple in form, yet wonderful; 
Small in germ, yet growing quick; 
Kourished by drops, yet ocean-like; 
The poor and forlons' mite?, yet nations' wealth; 
The babes' redemption, yet Statesmen's Jpre; 
Juvenile bands, yt^t heroic; , 

,'The convicts' enrning;?, yet home's angels; 
Almshouse-Savings, yet trace's resource; 
J'reedom's profits; yet slaves' franchi.ve; 
One Dollar-source, yet Millions* Stock. 
Such is my unrivaled verse-theme 
As my harp lone hung breezes blew 
Tuning its life-cheering song strings 
To charm into etFectiveness 
My Financial Institution, 
Uniting Yankee with Dixy, 
And assembling Angel-sabaoth 
To receive benevolent message, 
Empowered to remove obtacles, 
Lighten moral and mental darkness. 
Now, friends, we *1I olothe souls in truth-robey 
That will sviii them in scenes of this age. 



4 THE BANK. 

Ami we will gain the grace for gracei 

The pQMrer to use iniparted power. \ 

\es, may that jjrace come as freely* '! 

A* our life shall hourly require. 

The good of all ages have thus prayed — ^ 

When we have served our earth's probati^a 

Our gained aid will incite other hearts, • 

Thai the stream may flow on through ages— 

So now in our dav vre |)ly the oar 

To speed boat-friendship' o*er the wave. 

JBoatman wh^t edifice i? that 

On yonder pleasant starbojid shore? 

First Scene. 

*Ti8 a bastite that none have down brok«,' 
Where those, who slight freedom, 

And scorn to wear virtue-yoke, 
Live in sad durance-gloom. 

Then Boatman ply the life -fraught oar, , 
While the riples splash the prow, 

As the boat nears the rock-strong shore. 
While the land breeze doth blow. 

X^ow we are standing on the land agaio, 

At the mas-s've prison- door 
We knoek, right abmittance to gain, 

Good into hearts to pour. 



THE BASfK, 5 

Bolts stronrily wrought now spring to unlock, 

Harshly gfate door-hinges, 
Walls long and 4rear, piles of granite I0ck» 

Show where sin plunges. 

Judgee looks sadly upon us, 

Aft philosophizinti; ^ . 

In his case, sin's unfaiJing curse, 

Curse hidiug mercy-spring. 

Soon face fo face, then band to band, 

Within his rocky room, 
We, as bo-arts move hearts, closely stand. 

Eyes to eyes pierce the gloom. 

Prayinqj for befittine; wisdom, 

I respectfully say ;. 

Judiiee, believing, yoti go from gloom 
To Paradise to day. 

His cotiritinance speaks a doctrine, 

That words weakly express, 
How despair or hope holds lite-Hnt, 

One or the other holds less 

To break the prlson-mood-pause, 
I in brief eloquence, * 

Introduce my Savings BaQk'CaillC 
For bis deliverance. 



C THE BANKo 

His fioul comeg up to victor-task, 
His mind, his heart and his hands 

Kg more for motive force do aak, 
They grant joyous demands. 

A hundred Dollars in prison earned, 
In twenty four rolling years, 

Will reach freed slaves by one hundred, 
Leave three hundred to home-peer*. 

"Mprcies-angfel snreads out her wings, 
She mounts that btran<re prison, 

There in heavenly notes she sings 
A soul to God is won 

Chorus. 

Speed the boat, ply the poet's oar, 

Do^n prison-river glide 
To where farther from shore 

We may awhile abide. 

Second Scene. 

On fhtlassa, the ocean, Yankee, 
Ship for speed like her name, 

Hasher canvas trimed for Lord's Day, 
The breeze is heavenly balm, 

On capstan, aloft, and from spanker 

Is in glorious use 
K«d white and blue Star Banner, 

The crew from work have truce ^ 



THE BANK, , .^ 

It is the hour when the crew woi^hip Gpd, 

A bird with tired wings 
Restetb upon The Divine Word, 
And with Marine-quirt^sings. 

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For we are also hid offspring* . :<,►, 

Is the coincident text. 
From which the Chaplain doth bring 
Trujh for whick times oive zest. 

Pointing to Our Flag he dolh say ' . 

Go 1 giiye us that Banner, 
By which he makes a family ' 

Of us in good manner- , 

The bird flew to it for protection 

So that bird '11 fly as free, 
CHii4«lk-tjn born under it '11 have free aclioB, 

Free 04i^jan»d or.pn sea 

One Dollar for each, for Bank-trade, 

Counts fifiy, tuld each onCf 
Till sonae more b^'evolenee be made» 

As ^ Birth brtngs a son. ' - - »• - 

Yos, under bur loved StaY- Banner, 
Adults with the newly bom^ 

J'or aur Biokj shall ihthis njafuiier 
Be recordeiieaoh-ioiie.*- ' - 
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1(5 THE BANK. 

For more new marl a e episodes 

Valiant Porter's evergreen 
Made on the rebyls an arbor-loa^. 

Iron fruit from tree-acreen. 

Bank-DoUaTS from those bold Marei^ 

Will ujake t'en Dixy p[lad. 
They make perennial my lint'8, 

Xue/ ^11 make clad:jic!i not bad. 

'Tis a truth that our Flefit kept coo)-* 
While the Missi:sippi *ll flow, 

From its mouth to its ultimathu«le» 
Piiuaj 'II wave this truth to shew. 

Chorus. 

Bd harinoniom now my Terse, 

To other scenes be true, 
• Where Fertuae seems to some ad?elS0^ 
*'£*» death or wounds in lieu. 

Xbird Scene. 

Valor-boy ia in boiplte'. 

Wounded, blood-clotted, etif^ 

I spaak, be doth not hear my call, 
I speak not loud enough, 

Death aeemg to have him, a prey, 
Brave young Union-Soldier! 

On bis valor-couch he doth lie, 
i speak to him louder. 



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THE BANK. U 

His eyeballs move, they gire life-light^ 

So I gaia-goul-converse 
About my Bank — he points to the right, 

Where, for the last life-reverse, 

A dropped Dollar blood-tossed is shoim-* 

That happy Sbldier dies, 
If ear:!, repeatirg his iworth, roll on, 

His death-stock saved doth rise 

Till a brother- Soldier needs alms. 

The blood- boshed Dollar four 's wo^ly 

The Soldier of past battles vmbalms 
In good his name hen;2e-(orth. 

Chorus. 

To the nation's heart let us resort 
Wh re law-blood through her veini 

(aives to all her members support, 
Governs her joy and her pains. 

Fourth Scene. 

I sm at Washington pleading, 

i*r«di<ient, Cabinet 
knd all Congress-men are listeniog, 

Eloquent JJcliars are sent 

Each Dollar is legislative, 

And "lUive though speeches oft diej 
It goes through time, good aid to give 

Whea ooediog Si«t«s gbaU cry. 



U THE BAIJK," 






I^of only one for eacb goes bence, 

DolUrs from Iovini» hearts , v,^ ■ 

Go PS f'retily ancj gladly as peBCC,"' ' ' 
To do efiicacious parts. 

Chorus. 

iiove not fihlning lumps ot gold ore, 

To lead thj heart astray; 
But use God's gifts forever more, 

His blessed will to obey, 

Fifth Scene, 

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O'er CaIlifornIa-rock-rent3. 

To uiafke Miners' gain, ^ 

On roll tlbe waves, down rush the torrentff 

Whence we Bank-stock obtain. 

Gold-poc|tet gathers Iijinps and dust 

With heart much, tpo sordid, 
A heart that cannot loose feaith-n^fif, 

Althougl)^he..ix doth guild, . ' 

Tin, on more heavenly spent day, 
The neAv modelled Bank-stoeif •- 

Is theme to -Miners that way '^ 
Sitting oakp.wldf^r-rock. '^ ' 

Gold-pocket's heart breaks off old rust, 
Benevolence ■warms the blood; 

Ip Divine goodness be does trust, 
Gold his gam, not bis God, 



THE BANK. 15- ,^ 

Each dusr.-grain shall be angel's wing, 

That through distant ages, 
Here and there, blessinojs shall bring v 

For alms and honest wageis. -..ul. 

The "winter-raln is made Cashier 

Yearly to secure Stock, 
That oa^he vernal Plateau 'U appear 

Safe on Christian faith-rock 

IJot only for living Miners— 

But graven of dead brethren 
Shall have willing almoner? 
Aiding widow and orphuti* 

An ounce of dust or shining lump ; .^ 
On each such grave they lay, 

If one will not he is man dump. 
That there 'U hnd sorrow's way. 

Thus graves give to a free Union 
What fond forms sleeping there ^ 

Win from each loving, livmof one— 
The dead with the living share. 

This offering secures good aid 

To besnowed or sick men, 
That have a wearing journey made, 
Wtio else would have dead been. 



U THE BANK. 

On mountain-hight.snow-capt summit^ 

A Caravan enters 
A Kancho, and gladly finds in it 

Journey-entertainers 

iCold, hunger, and fledb-thinning sickness 
Havinif disabled Path-hope, 
He there finds nurses and quietness. 
Angels wake tried faith up. 

So they make hie wilderness-way 
Like sweet home's most blcsi«d sceives-^ 

Hence health mjiKea no painjul delayj 
Minding sanative means. 

Chorus. 

Now, without jostling, fleet t hough t-stee^d 

To tsouthera SaviiunHS 
Tftkea us to tind deligt.tful meeds, 

Bliss that fieidom '11 give as. 

Sixth Scene 

Dear Anna gather banauas, 

Curly head, Samv, dash 
To the brook llowing in date-palm-shftda. 

Fill full the large callab^sh. 

Black eyed Susan to lemon-groTe hi«. 

Into cl«an washed apron 
Let drop rich fruit that with gold yi9f 



THE BANK.. 17 

Come boe-skilled John, bring good sugar, 

Thou slavery- worn wife 
The tables spread with bounteous care 

To sustain strength of lite. 

Each one ^ives thanks to The Divine Gi? tr 

For all that he has done, 
To him Hope consecrates ever ' 

Hi3 wife, his daughter and son. 

To the emancipated father 

I give the rif»ht name, Hope, 
Hi8 tamily met topether, 

His eloquence has scope. 

It 13 fflaci time in Alabama. 

Where fr'^ely earned DoUari 
In good tamily bosanna 

Chase slavery-horrors. 

While good Planters pay for labor, 

Our wages '11 be enough, 
As we sustain the Union's honor 

To drive evil far off. 

Our portion in the. National Stock 

We gladly contiibute— 
Our benevolence shall unlock 

Treaflures for the destitute. 



IS THE BANK. 

We have labored in slavery — 
Now God has broken our chain 

We will display true bravery, 
Nor wear fetters again. 

We know how good is Southern soil; 

For without freedom":* right, 
We tiave by a cattle called toil 

Tilled it with all our might. 

Now, we deposit in good Bank 
Our first treedom-wages— 

We claim among men, lu right rank, 
To serve God all ages. 

But let us strike true freedom-note, 
F reedom gains the Capital, 

Soon where-ever is cast a vote 
May it give boon to all. 

Chorus. 

Our Bank shall aid good Emigrants— 

We will over ocean 
Echo converse of inhabitants, 

Eeho foreign sanction. 

Seventh Scene. 

Many times went John to Cork 
To see his wife and children, 

Travelling from Killarney in the dark 
Ur in moon light now and then* 



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THE BAMi. jis 

Enteriog his cot , his loved hoiii<^^ 

Two heirs to bis honor 
Cries Daddy, good Daddy is come, 

The wife washes in the comer. 

John wipes tears off his san«brown fAff| 

Then, arms horizoutai, 
He grasps his sons with a Lome-grace, 

They tip stools in a fall. 

Wife, he stid, in the good Yankee- land 

These boys v-ill oe.j DollaI^, 
They have a Bank 1 understand, 

That '11 make theni rich and scholars. 

Why, John, is that tie way that >ou joht? 

I have washed, day by uay, 
For some food to have our last broke, 

I get stint, any way. 

Well, Mary, 'tis truth, that I say, 

If we work Free South "ol, 
They will jjive us, at starting-day, 

A hundred tor our toil. 

-Swiftly sails the Emigraat-Ship, 

More swifty goes each heart, 
That often in strong hops d«ti <iip 

Into^its lif«-sett-part. 



iO THE BANK. 

As the sun sinks below the wave X 

Their song over blue sea 
Is music to anjijels, that save ;fwia»)fiS 

Each goodly employee. ^^'^ 

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Increasing a free honest band, ''^ 

Those angels will well g'laril 
Thi|*fr posferity, a free honest ban^, '• 

To serve their Savior, Lord. 

Chorus. : ' "■^**'-^' 

Colfi'i hone, come home, O muse, of cour3«, 

One scene Ave will have t>»ere, 
Ho Tie never wears out, nor fails the verM, 

In- it all daen shoald share. 

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On a balmv dav of bright June Xi./>i 

Voices all jubilant ; I 

In a soul-stirring, hf^jart-fit tune 

Their praise to God do chant. 

The Clerks from every mar! of trade 

Mechanics ably quick, 
Sailors with every rope belai ^ ^ 

Come to make thinjjs go sleek, .''* 

To cjive a right charm to Bank-id^?«ik,*,4 

To make popularity, 
We have ^ood untiring ladies 

Id our sooietjr. 



THE BANK. 21 

While idleness is showed a bane 

To be eradicated, 
With right faith, work is not in vain. 
It is compensated. 

It is known all over the land, 

It is known o'er the blue sea, 
That principle must brings each hand 

To make prosperity. 

One Dollar, for 'n indivlduaJ, 

E ..balmed by faith in God, SKT it 
Shall plant a root etfectual 

Beneath Zions green sod. " fc& 

Fives, tens, thousands, millivis '■'- 

Shall follow in the current 
Through-out Free Union Dommioiif 

To aid each good intent. '• 

Organize then, in city-wardg, 

In rural villages, 
Help Lazarus and Dives fbrwafdi 

For Bank priviliges. 

If healty freeschool-schollars, 

By voluntary labor, 
Eefund to Almoners their dollars— 

The w«tk fhall rfttain favors. 






•i THE BANE. 

Af Bra?e Union-manumiters, 

Releasing their bondmen, 
Tore from our flajj-stars Tell slavery 

We Ml bles9 them ten times ten- 
After years of free euterprite 

And Free State-.iuttillig-.nce 
The Batik-OiHiSB wil! -x^* <l tliara 8llpl»IiM, 

Life-flow of benevolence. 



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